Chapter 52 In the Teahouse

He got up helplessly: "All right. Can't I go?"

I raised my face and said with tears in my eyes, "The clothes are all in the outermost box. Look for me slowly and quietly!"

Humph! I won't tell him that there are ten cages!

He didn't want to leave, and my aunt took out a bag from the corner of the carriage. This bag is wrapped in pink brocade and smoked with the highest spices. There are many pieces of clothes inside, from the inside to the outer robe. Hey, as a beautiful aunt, how can you not carry a few beautiful clothes with you? Although this is winter, it is also appropriate to change into a set of clothes and change a few patterns a day.

I dressed with trembling hands. Ouch, my body is sore and painful! It was not easy to wear it, and then picked up the comb mirror and rouge powder on one side, and slowly applied it. As a delicate person like a delicate flower, how can I not maintain a beautiful and touching manner? It's a pity that I combed my hair... and did some file! But beauty makes up for everything!

When people lifted the curtain and Shiran got out of the carriage... Everyone's eyes were condensed on me. Humph! My aunt's beauty is so invincible! Especially after my wife died! Don't tell me if I win!

"Yo, my second aunt came out!" There was a cool voice over there, "My second aunt is too unkempt today and doesn't look in the mirror!"

Who? Who is unkempt? My aunt was so angry that she almost jumped. This is the slander of jealousy of my beauty.

I gave her a cold look: "Yo, my fifth aunt! The master will come over later. You can tell him.

Humph! Who is afraid of whom!

"Just two hours, I didn't know what I had done in my second aunt's carriage..." The little tone was sour, but my aunt smiled, looked at her with a smile, and smiled twice, "You will never know."

Proud? Why am I not complacent? To the old immortal face, to others is another pair!

I touch my hair too much. Although my hair will fall off at any time because I don't know how to tie my bun, I firmly believe that I am still amazingly bright! The little man of the fifth aunt is jealous!

"Xiao Cui Xiao Cui, why don't you come over! Come on, hold me!"

He twisted his body and walked to the teahouse.

There, several servants have already been ready. Xiaohong opened up inside. Seeing me, she smiled at the door, "Master, come in quickly. I have let people soak up the good Biluochun."

Biluochun? Will there be Biluochun in such a teahouse in the countryside? I took a look in disgust and went in.

Why are there others here?

The shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him and said, "Good people, good luck!" If you go back to the nobleman, these two sons have been here before. These two sons are also regular guests in this teahouse. It's not good to drive them out..."

But for people like us, the defense of men and women is very important! Although my aunt doesn't value this... What should I do when the old man comes and loses his temper?

This is an old man in his fifties, with wrinkles on his face, rubbing his hands and looking at a loss. I was about to say something, Xiaohong explained, "Master, I think we are also with those villagers and women in Dongwang Village. At present, it is a war season. There is no need to be so particular."

"Then talk to the master yourself!"

She asked anxiously, "So, master, where is the master?"

Her tentative eyes made me feel very uncomfortable. Xiao Cui opened her mouth and said, "Don't you know where the master is? How does our master know? Don't ask our master!"

"Oh? This..." Xiaohong's face was a little embarrassed. "But the master didn't know how to come in and have a sip of hot tea... I'm just worried..."

"Pa--" sound. The sound was so abrupt that I hurriedly followed the sound to see. With the "pop-" sound, someone threw the cup heavily on the table. Most of the table was full of water stains. The cup was not broken, but it just grunted a few times and rolled on the ground half an inch from the edge of the table.

The one who broke the cup - it was actually the fourth aunt!

I looked up, but I saw her on her face, "Why are you quarreling?"

With just one sound, Xiaohong calmed down. Oh, they are different now. That's the person the thirteenth prince has said. No matter what he has done, the master has to spoil others. That's the great hero of the Xia royal family.

But the third aunt was also from such a good background, but her face was white and she sat there. How low-key! This is a commendable model!

I didn't want to communicate with such people, so I sullenly picked the farthest place from them and sat down.

Every time I thought about it, the two princes looked back at us and smiled at me and said, "Yo, little lady, would you like to come over for a drink together?" I looked at their table, a round table with more than a dozen dishes and two large pots of wine next to it. Yo, this teahouse also serves as a pub! These two men really know how to enjoy! The people of Lingyun City are in deep trouble. It is said that several neighboring cities have also been more or less poisoned, but these two people are free in this barren mountain!

The shopkeeper was so scared that he was about to break out in a cold sweat and hurried over to stop him and said, "Mr. Qin, Mr. Zhao, these ladies are from a big family. You can..."

The man in purple looked a little unhappy, "Okay, Lao Jiang, let's sell you face!"

The man in blue robe beside him poured wine for himself and shook his head, "Qin Yun, forget it. Let's go to the nunnery in the west of the city tonight. What are you in a hurry for?

"Who is in a hurry?" Qin Yun in purple is a little impatient.

Tut, two dung bellis! My aunt has always looked down on such people! These people have corrupted their daughter's innocence! Of course, the best among them is the old man Situ Xiang.

"Zhao Noren, let me tell you, I don't like these women!"

As soon as this word came out, my aunt's face turned green. The shopkeeper's face became whiter: "Mr. Qin, Mr. Zhao, you..."

Qin Yun seems to be fearless. "I said, Murong Xue, the first beauty in Lingyun City, is the real beauty!" These women--" He was intoxicated and slowly swept past our faces. He stayed on Aunt Ben's face for a while, then turned his head and shook his head, looking like he hated steel. "No one can compare with Murong Xue."

The shopkeeper didn't know that we were from the Situ family, but he also knew that Situ's house was not easy to talk about it casually, and he almost cried. "Two princes, two uncles, okay, don't talk about it. Old Jiang, I still want to do business.

"Do business? Po�..." Qin Yun smiled, "You can't get a beauty again. How about doing more business? How many beauties like Murong Xue are there? He staggered, as if to hold Lao Jiang's clothes, "Can you have it? Can I have it?" He looked sideways at the sober Zhao Noren and said contemptuously, "Zhao Noren, can you have it?"